Covered in glitter and crumbs. Waking up to maracas and fairy wings. Pockets full of rubber bands and dandelions. Buried under book piles. Dirty hands with homemade kombucha. Coffee in the rain. Waiting for that sacred scrap of silence.
Thursday, November 08, 2007
Hangin with Meridian
Playdate with Meridian and her papa Eric at the community center.
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Unity, Unity, Unity . . . you are a girl on the go in more ways than one! And we love to see it!
1 comment:
Unity, Unity, Unity . . . you are a girl on the go in more ways than one! And we love to see it!
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